Page 7 of Toxic Biker

My nose nudges hers, my grip on her throat tightening enough to make her gasp as I cut off her oxygen. “Gonna spank this pussy first,” I murmur, my decision made, and bite her bottom lip. Stepping back, I release her, my jaw flexing as anger twists with my building desire for her. She keeps slipping up and I’m going to end up breaking her the first time I finally give in and fuck her.

As soon as we’re in my room, I’m storming for the private bathroom. Flipping the shower on, I check around, making sure she has a clean washcloth. “You can use my towel, babe. Take as long as you need.” She’s gonna want those bones to be jelly from a hot shower with how ravenous I am to eat her pretty pink cunt.

Once she’s in the bathroom, I go about poking around my room. I’m so anxious. I’m looking through shit like I’ve never been here before and seeing it all with new eyes. Wondering how she’ll take my space, and what she’ll think. She’s never been in any room of mine before, since I was always at her house because of Seth. This one is plain. White walls, stained concrete floor, which is a staple through the entire clubhouse. My dresser is old and beat up because I’m always shoving my clothes in there in a hurry and then moving on to do something else, or else I’m banging it around, tore up from partying. My closet is basically empty, save for some hoodies and jackets, but I’m not really the type to hang shit up. Hell, she can take over my closet with her belongings if she’d like to while she’s here. Not that I believe she’ll stay long, but I might enjoy her shit taking up some space for a little while.

“Plague,” my name interrupts my scattered thoughts after I find a buried pill bottle and pop a tiny white tablet to help calm my mind. I’ve got random shit here and there, but for the most part, it’s clean. I know the sheets are fresh because one of the club sluts went through and washed everyone’s bedding. At the time I wondered why she was busying herself with sheets she wasn’t fucking in, but now I’m grateful. I won’t be tossing that one out on her ass, at least.

Turning to face Lacey, my mouth waters as I watch the towel slip from her fingers and she bares herself to me. Wet hair, no make-up, and curves everywhere. It reminds me of the first time I truly noticed her and craved to run my palms over every inch of creamy smooth flesh. I think I loved her in that very moment, but buried it, knowing I could never have her. We didn’t fit. She was too young and my best friend’s sister.

Innocent.

Sweet.

Untouchable.

You see, death has always been in my life, poisoning the most important parts of my world, as everyone always leaves me eventually. Each one that goes fills my heart a little more with toxins, making it darker and deader. Joining the Royal Bastards Motorcycle Club was easy. I already knew the only way out of the MC would be death, for me and them, so there was never any doubt in my mind whether they’d stay or not. I put up a wall with women, fucking when needed, but otherwise partying and forgetting about them.

It’s been safer that way.

Lacey is different. I can fuck her, but I can’t let her in too deep. She could leave—shewillleave, I know it, and I can’t allow myself anymore cracks or I may not be able to come back from them. However, I don’t want to shut her out completely and forget either. She’s too special to chalk up as another easy fuck and then discard quickly after like I could with all the others.

There has to be a balance.

Moving for her, my swagger is more of a prowl as the hunter in me sees its prey and wants to leap. It’d scare her if I moved too fast, grabbed her, pinned her down and mounted her like I want to,sobadly.

Fuck, something has to be wrong with me for lusting after my friend’s little sister for several years. I shouldn’t want her as badly as I do, to the point of savagery, but I do, and here I am, doing everything in my power to hold myself back. To not hurt her in any way, because I’d never be able to forgive myself if I did.

She trembles as I reach her; she must recognize the beast I keep caged inside, the one I can usually easily hide from everyone else. Not her, though. Of fucking course, she’d be the one person to see below the surface to the real me.

“Please don’t hurt me,” she practically whimpers, tilting her head to the side and offering me her neck. Her immediate submission without realizing she’s doing it has my cock the hardest it’s ever been in my entire God forsaken life. Submission in a woman is my weakness, one no one has caught onto yet and she just offers it up on a silver fucking platter.

“I’m your protector, I’ll never give you more than you can handle.” Her chin falls to her chest as her eyes drop to the floor but I’m not having it. My thumb runs along her jawline, tilting her head up until she’s staring into my eyes once more. “Do you trust me?”

“With my life. I always have.”

“I know you have. You’ve always been such a good girl.”

A fire sparks in her gaze at my compliment. She doesn’t like it when she thinks I’m patronizing her but belittling her in any way is the furthest thing from my mind. I meant what I said—she is a good girl.

A sweet girl.

And it only makes me want to fuck the stunning woman standing before me all the fiercer.

Chapter 4

And in the middle of my chaos, there was you - unknown

Lacey

My heart beats frantically at the way he stares me down, as if he wants to overpower and own me, but also worship and kill for me in the same breath. I can’t stop from the random tremble as it shakes through my body at the way he so openly craves me. I’ve never felt so desired by a man before and it has me flustered, unsure of what I should do. I want everything to be right, to be perfect, as he has no idea the fantasies of mine he’s turning to reality by being here with me tonight.

“A-,” I manage to stop myself from calling him the name I’ve known him as for my entire life and quickly correct, “Plague,what do you want from me? I’ll do anything.” I’m desperate for his help. Hell, I’m desperate forhim, I always have been.

His hands cup my jaw, as he crowds my space, I barely have enough room to breathe it seems. “Everything. Haven’t you figured it out yet, babe?I’m toxic. I want to get a taste of you while doing everything in my power not to fuckingruinyou.”

“I want you too,” I admit, shocked I’ve finally confessed the words aloud for not only myself to hear but him too.

Once I’d stepped out of the bathroom and saw he’d taken his shirt off, I was done for. I couldn’t think of a single thing but him and that sinful body of his I’ve always dreamed about touching. Smooth tan skin, littered with random light scarred slashes throughout, tattling on the rough life he’s lived in the time from when I’d seen him like this last. The scars aren’t the only thing that’s changed. His body is splashed with various ink, only highlighting the gorgeous bronze tone, while metal glints from each nipple. The man is sin incarnate, but he always has been. He was a little more innocent back then, but he’d still make my mouth water as a teenager; now…he’s something else entirely.

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